I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

Abu was lying on the table, engrossed in a large plate of fragrant roasted meat, his cheeks bulging.

This is the reward that Duanmu Yan gave it.

—It was a reward for not revealing Cantrell's invitation or its previous "date" with Phoebe to the second young lady.

This is the unspoken understanding between them.

Although Abu is completely ignorant of human emotions, it can still read the air and know when to say what and when not to say what.

Therefore, Duanmu Yan had no doubts about Abu's existence.

Although he still doesn't know Abu's background.

so what?

At least for now, apart from being a little greedy, this little guy is almost all good.

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

Seeing Abu wolfing down his food, Duanmu Yan couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

Abu scooped up the juice with his little paws and drank it all in one gulp, then turned his head and said, "Eating meat is only satisfying when you take big bites!"

"That's true, but aren't you afraid of choking?"

"Hmph, don't you know what I'm capable of?"

That's true.

After all, this guy can even eat the terrifying Black Tide as a snack, so this little bit of grilled meat is really nothing.

Duanmu Yan looked at the little guy with great interest.

Although I know it's a voice, I always feel that there's something else hidden in Abu.

"Maybe... Abu's true form is a beautiful girl?"

A very oppressive thought flashed through his mind for no apparent reason.

So, Duanmu Yan asked curiously.

"Abu."

"What?" The little guy didn't even look up.

Do you...have a gender?

Abu paused, turned his little head, and looked puzzled: "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Just ask."

"How would I know?" Abu rolled his eyes at him, then turned back to continue grilling the meat. "I'm just a skeleton."

“…That’s true.” Duanmu Yan stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Then, will you evolve?”

"Evolution? What does that mean?"

"That is to say, from a small guy to a big guy."

"...?"

"Never mind, forget I said anything." Looking at Abu's bewildered little eyes, Duanmu Yan waved his hand helplessly, "You can continue eating."

Abu didn't quite understand, but the temptation of the food was clearly greater. It shook its head and then buried its head in its food again.

Duanmu Yan swiped open the terminal, looked at Zanni's reply, and sighed softly.

He had originally planned to ask her out for dinner tonight.

result……

Zani: [Sorry, I can't get away from here right now. I have to work overtime again. Let's get together another time.]

Another classic case of working overtime.

It seems that Zanni's workload remains the same as always, with no change.

Well, I guess I'll just have to wander around by myself today.

Until, a scarlet figure once again entered his field of vision.

"Floro?"

The girl had obviously seen him too.

Her cool expression remained expressionless; she simply stood there quietly, as if waiting for his next move.

"Would you like to... sit down together?"

As Duanmu Yan spoke, he casually moved the plate of roasted meat on the table—along with Abu, who was engrossed in eating—to the empty table next to him.

Floro hesitated slightly, but finally nodded and sat down quietly opposite him.

He hadn't seen her for a long time since they last parted ways at Qiqiu.

When did you return to Laguna?

"The day before yesterday."

Her tone remained flat, without any discernible inflection.

"That's it."

The conversation abruptly ended, and the air seemed to freeze.

To be honest, Duanmu Yan still didn't know how to communicate with Floro.

She seemed indifferent to everything around her; her eyes, besides being dark and gloomy, never reflected any other color.

This was unlike anyone he had ever known.

And what about Floro?

She seemed to enjoy the quiet. She ordered a drink and sat motionless opposite him, gazing quietly into the distance.

Until the girl drank every last drop of the beverage in her cup.

She turned her head, and his figure was clearly reflected in her wine-red eyes, distinctly separated from the dark world behind her.

Her lips trembled almost imperceptibly, as if some words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back silently.

She simply stood up quietly and said softly.

"I'm leaving."

Duanmu Yan paused for a moment, then asked, "You're leaving already?"

The girl nodded slightly, then turned and left, her scarlet figure gradually disappearing into the twilight at the end of the street.

"This kind of everyday life is enough."

She no longer desired, nor should she cling to, his tenderness at this moment.

She had fantasized countless times that perhaps one day, that young man would recall the past.

but……

Even if that day comes, they will probably never be able to return to the close relationship they once had.

Everything from the past is gone.

"stop."

A cold shout from behind made Floro stop in his tracks.

She turned around and met Koleta's gaze.

Floro frowned slightly, his eyes filled with confusion.

Although they had crossed paths before due to concert arrangements, they were essentially strangers who had just met.

But at this moment, Koleta's eyes held undisguised hostility.

why?

Could it be because of Duanmu Yan?

Otherwise, are there any other answers?

“Miss Floro,” Coleta’s voice was as cold as frost, “I deeply sympathize with what you have gone through. But you shouldn’t take your emotions out on Duanmu. Our cooperation has ended, and you have no reason to continue to pester him.”

They really came for him.

It seems that the second young lady of the Motari family had witnessed her brief "rendezvous" with Duanmu Yan.

"So, you're warning me?" Floro's eyes remained calm, showing no sign of weakness in the face of Koleta's aggressive questioning. "Even if she's the daughter of the Motari family, it's a bit too much for her to interfere in other people's lives."

Koleta stepped forward: "I am asking you, in the most tactful way, as his lover—to stay away from him."

"Lover?" Floro repeated the word softly, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "What an interesting way to put it, Miss Coleta. Yes, you may indeed be his lover now. But... what about the past?"

"The past?" Koleta looked puzzled. "What does that mean?"

“It means exactly what it says.” Floro’s lips curled up slightly. “Miss Coleta, you don’t actually think you’re the first, do you?”

Koleta paused for a moment, seemingly unable to grasp the deeper meaning behind those words: "What exactly are you talking about?"

"It's nothing. Perhaps soon... you'll understand."

Floro turned around leisurely, deliberately dragging out the last syllable, his figure gradually merging into the deeper shadows of the street.

"The 'traces' he left inside me are far more numerous than you can imagine."

"Moreover, I'm not the only one who's had dealings with him."

"Your opponent has never been me—nor is it just me."

"And the most troublesome one, you'll see soon enough."

Volume 1: Chapter 122 Phoebe's Clever Idea

Unlike the Motari family, the core of the Fesalie family was not in the city of Laguna, but far outside the city at the Desalai Ridge.

Although they still own their own neighborhoods in Laguna, only the ancient castle standing on the sea ridge is the true holy place in the hearts of all the Fessalians.

The Fesari family's businesses in Lina Shita are spread all over the world.

If the Motari family controls the lifeline of banking and finance, then the Fesari family firmly holds the key to charity and medicine.

They are particularly skilled at extracting poisons.

Of course, whether it is "poison" or "medicine" depends entirely on the user's intentions.

Although rumors about the Fesari family have never stopped, and they have even been called "the poison of Laguna," this has not shaken their status in Laguna in the slightest.

After all, who can guarantee that they will never be sick or suffer any misfortune in their life?

"...Rosemary Potion Shop".

Duanmu Yan raised his head and softly read out the words on the signboard.

He had heard a little about this shop, Yi Ling Yin Qi Si Wu Jiu Si 9 Ba.

It is said that the apothecaries here come from the Fesalie family. Although they look young, their potion-making skills are exceptionally proficient.

Perhaps it is because of the surname "Feisali" that the shop always seems deserted.

Even when guests do come, they usually do so late at night when it's quiet.

However, Duanmu Yan's visit today was not because he was unwell and needed to prepare medicine, but because he came with Phoebe.

"Is this the place, Phoebe?"

He turned his head and looked at the girl beside him.

Phoebe still wore that serene smile on her face.

She gently lifted the brim of her hat and nodded in response, "Yes, this is it."

The two had already met by chance on the road.

Duanmu Yan originally planned to go to Portivino Castle to meet Cantrela, but he happened to run into Phoebe, who was buying medicine for the children in the orphanage who had a cold.

She probably chose this "Rosemary Apothecary Shop" because the order had a long-standing friendship with the Faisal family.

For Duanmu Yan, this was a perfect opportunity—he wanted to take this chance to get a feel for the style of the Fesalie family and prepare for his upcoming meeting with Cantrella.